From tall, skinny tangrams that were rather unlike the squares they should have been, to square dot paper that wasn't square, to circles which were ovals unless one planned accordingly, and stretched out the image on the computer so that it would "sort of" project with some geometric accuracy, the darned thing has been an endless source of frustration to me.
But Wednesday afternoon a box arrived in the office. A small, heavy box with my name on it.
As if on cue, the ancient projector in my room began projecting a black message on the lower half of the ever dimming image on my screen: "This bulb has reached the end of its useful life (no kidding!) -- please replace."
And that is exactly what the chipper, young fella from the board who came by later that afternoon did.
And behold, as of Thursday... I have circles again. Real, round ones!
Oh well, one thing at a time, lol!